My name was in your loving hands
Palmside
Bonafide
Indelible as the wonder of your plan.
Everything that I had ever done
Mistakes
Tough breaks
Messes made and ugly webs I’ve spun
He took them in His mighty fist
Sin’s game
My blame
And crumpled up that filthy, awful list.
Then He spread His hands out wide
Erased my past
Breathed His last
Said, Father forgive her, and He died.
His life’s purpose still God’s perfect plan
From Mary’s womb
To death’s dark tomb
My name inscribed forever in His hand.
And after three long days had passed
The job was done
The battle won
My name His palm held fast.
While my guilt was washed away
Every bit
All of it
My name, first, middle, last, remains…
Isaiah 49:16 – See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…
